Penelope’s bird

oil paint, beeswax, stones, on wood

This is an old painting from early 1990. My mother was an avid bird watcher. During my teenage years she used to horrify me by standing in our suburban back yard while making what I considered a thoroughly insane cacophony of tweeting and chirping sounds. Little did I know that as a mother and older woman I am inclined to behave in the very same manner when outdoors. I pay no attention to what embarrassment and misery my own two teenage girls might be experiencing.

I love this. The blues, greens and mixture of effects is beautiful. And bird calls that embarrass the kids…priceless.
My son’s a teenager. He thinks going to the movies with his mother and I is social suicide. 🙂